As I strolled down Beverly Boulevard in Beverly Hills, a pair of tourists in a rented white Mustang, top-down, of course, flagged me down: “Where are the stars?” they asked, while simultaneously drawing out the shape with their hands. And though I did my best to explain, in the five seconds before the light changed, that they were miles away from the Hollywood Walk of Fame, the irony could not be overstated: The real Hollywood stars were actually right under those tourist’s noses, secretly tucked away behind the bushes of the Wallis Center, ready to celebrate and congratulate each other’s Emmy nominations in an intimate, unassuming, and elegant fashion.
